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Before I came to college, traveling was something that I used to do only with my family. The four of us have very different personalities and can't agree on anything. The only time when we feel connected is when we are on the road, it brings us together. We have been on so many journeys and adventures together but this one was special. We were supposed to spend the morning bathing elephants in Dubare but it was pouring and Kaveri was flooding. There was nothing to do and nowhere to be till the evening, so we thought we could give the Harangi Horticulture Farm a visit which 14 kilometers away. The four of us were traveling in disappointment through the town of Kushalnagar. We were all half asleep, my sister was handling the maps and missed left. Amidst the angry exchanges between my father and my sister, we missed another left turn. We couldn't turn around. There was a Wednesday bazaar happening right on the road and our car was hardly able to move forward. We somehow got through it and turned into a road where the flora was flourishing in no particular order and with no care for the poor family stuck in a Santro trying to get past it. My mom did a head start on the praying for no flat tires and no snake gods. Dad knew better, he focused on yelling at my sister for not concentrating enough. It was chaotic. Everyone got back their sense of safety after being able to smell the sweet scent of concrete. We were maneuvering our car through Hudgur when we heard a strange noise. Before we could realize what that noise was or where we were going, we were standing right in front of it. Right in front of the Harangi Dam with all its gates open and in its full glory. All of us jumped out of the cars, giving out excited screams, unable to believe what we just saw. And the moment we put our feet down, it turned into shrieks. We were on a seven-foot wide road with water on both sides. There was no railing, no warning and it was impossible to distinguish between the road and the water at the first sight as they were on the same level. The water falling from the gates was rising like fog and flowing towards us. We could feel the force at which the water was flowing beneath our feet. If only there was another person kind enough to capture the looks on our faces. There was horror, excitement, anger, ecstasy, relief and so many other emotions I can't comprehend into words. My parents got so excited that they almost started crying. My poor sister, on the other hand, was yelling and begging for someone to click a damn picture before we drown. But all we could hear was the sound of the water and the beats of our hearts. In those few minutes on that bridge, we were living in the moment and were feeling closer than ever. On our many trips before and after, we never saw or felt anything like that again.